would anyone like this url bc i’m gonna like delete and make a whole new blog which is definitely like just a straight up personal blog

writing as therapy. writing as healing. writing as discovery. writing as self-love. writing as making sense of the dark. writing as rebirth. 

love languages: going along with them on their errands, taking quizzes together, sharing bakery goods, waiting for them to tie their shoe, asking 'what happened next?' when somebody interrupts them, walking home with them and not leaving until they've made it inside

Have we managed to find a heterosexual explanation for “But he knew well enough” yet orrrr

the student in me died in march

god i fuckin love airports. who came up with that??? “yeah, planes land here and take off. what if we also made it a mall, and then removed everyone’s sense of time and space when they came inside?” it could be 8:33 in the morning in a time zone i have never experienced but it’s always Airport Time

the norms there are so bizarre. who cares. wear your bugs bunny sweats over a button down. who gives a shit? nobody’s going to yell at you for chugging four sprites. you just do that. that’s the void talking

Thrift stores are like “we have the ugliest shirts that have ever existed on this planet” and gay teenagers are like “do you promise 🥺🥺🥺🥺”

I am a completely different woman than I was this time last year. And I’ll be a completely new woman by this time next year. I can’t wait to learn who I’ll be. I can’t wait to see who I am tomorrow.